Jason regretted the fact that he always found himself coming back to Bridge Control. Coming to this place felt like sniffing a whole bag of coke and drinking five bottles of vodka. Thankfully, the pirates were far more calm than the last time he'd been here, when Langley wanted him to retrieve his demon of a dog. Memories of the phone call he got from Lewis earlier flashed through his head, how drunk the Molotov Man sounded with a hint of excitement ringing in his tone. When Jason got to Bridge Control, Rock, the large, fire-loving Heavy, told him that Lewis was out on a mission that had been issued by Hoyt. A scowl from Jason, and the Warrior sat in the grass and glared at the ground. Lewis wasn't even here!
Then he heard the ever so annoying ringtone of his phone and the brunette reached for it, tugging it out of his pocket. He did think about taking a break for once. He did deserve it after having to mess with all of Hoyt's 'nice things'. Raising the phone up to his ear, he heard the familiar tone of Lewis on the other end. "Where'th'ell are'ye?" Lewis asked with a hint of annoyance in his tone. "Oi'taugh'ah told'ye'ta come ta'th' bridge tha'ov'a looks'th ravine!" Jason felt his brow twitch and his lips pulled into a snarl.
"No...you didn't. You told me to meet you at Bridge Control." There was silence that overtook the other end of the line and Jason thought of slugging Lewis the next time he saw him. His jaw clenched in annoyance when Lewis suddenly burst out into a loud fit of laughter.
"Oh'shi'! Pfffffft ahahahaha! Moi'bad!" He continued on with his loud hyena laughter and Jason already began to feel a headache start to form in his annoyance. "Yeeeaa'...so'th' ravine. Where'ya bust'ose traitor priv'teers! 'urry up, 'urry up!" Jason's brow wrinkled as he thought back to the incident. The run to the bridge, the zip-lining, men shooting at him from every direction. That was possibly the worst run of his life and it would have been literally impossible if he didn't have those Untouchable shots.
"Fine. I'll be there soon..." When Jason hung up, he nearly threw the phone into the lake beside the camp. His grip remained tight on the phone and he finally jabbed the item back into his pocket. Standing up and hauling his rucksack back over his shoulder, followed by the three gun holsters he had, Jason stormed pass Randall and beelined it for his chosen vehicle, a Jeep colored green. A sour frown was on his face as he climbed into the metal, driving machine, turning on the engine and pulling out of the camp. He felt ready to strangle someone. Maybe one the way he could find an outpost he could liberate...
Unfortunately that wasn't so. It was to his misfortune that Jason could drive directly to that god forsaken bridge without running into a single outpost. Climbing angrily out of the Jeep, he glared at the pirate sitting up on the railing of the bridge, feet dangling over the side. He would have pushed him off if it weren't for McDuvan being there. Jason recalled the Privateer from when he first got to this island. The man wanted him to get rid of Langley's relics. The Privateer immediately glared at him the moment he arrived, but Jason paid him no mind as he approached the short male.
"Fosta'!" Lewis cheered, climbing back onto the bridge, ruining Jason's plans. "Aboot toime you'sorreh 'ide showed up! Oi was gittin'all 'orried an' shi'!" A hand waved in the Privateer's direction. "Retrie'th' shi' from'th' car..." Jason watched McDuvan grumpily move towards a large armored car, reaching into the back to pull out a large crate.
"Oi undastan'ya use ziploines a'lo'?" The large crate was set on the ground beside Jason; the wooden top was pried off with a large crowbar. Inside were C-4 charges, but there was something off about them. "We'nee'ta set up the'e babies'all down th'ravine...in e'ery cra'e, riggin', e'erythin'." A grin crossed Lewis' face, looking demented in almost every way. "Ya'git ta set'i' up...then de'onate when ya'git back ta'th' bri'ge...thou'...these are sti'prot'types...blow up one, th'othas will star'ta chain." Jason glared at McDuvan, the Privateer having shoved the testy explosives into his arms.
Glancing over them, Jason gave a grumbling nod, and moved off the right side of the bridge, heading towards the small shack that evidently had the zipline that lead further into the riggings borderlining the ravine that overlooked the deep blue river. Stuffing the C-4 Charges into his explosives sack, before jumping up to grab onto the handle he could use to zipline across the way. Momentum immediately caught hold of him, pulling Jason forward and flying across the river. Wind tussled his brunette hair, the pistol at his hip glistened with the sun's bright rays. His feet touched the ground on the opposite side, and Jason took the time to lock it into place for a quick and easy access back.
One of the charges was then attached to a box of crates that looked about filled to the brim with ammunition. He watched some ammunition go tumbling down from the top of the crate, hitting the pavement and go rolling over the rocky cliff. He stepped back from it, being careful to not cause the thing to detonate. Running down the platform, he slipped into a small mine to plant two more of them amongst the rubble and crates. Jason took up a piece of armor and wrapped it around his shoulders as he jogged out of the cave and back towards the next zipline. Staring out over the ravine, Jason took a hold of the next handle and zipped across to continue planting explosives. This task was relatively easy; all he had to watch out for was a hot surface or jostling the switch he had that made everything explode.
"How you doing, Foster?" Lewis' question came through in the form of a text. Jason scowled at the text as he planted the last one on the legs of a tall guard tower, the one where he stood to take a picture of the meeting in the first place. "Done." Was all he texted back to the Molotov Man. Already on the way back, Jason debated blowing it up immediately and just diving into the water, but he decided against it, already heading towards the zipline that would take him back to the bridge where Lewis and McDuvan were waiting. On the way back, Jason didn't bother to tie off the ziplines, seeing as they'd be destroyed when he clicked the trigger and set off the chain.
He drew all the more closer to the final zipline and before he rode across the ravine, he retrieved the button from his lootsack, thumb digging into the trigger and activating the explosives. From all the way down the ravine, he could see and hear the large explosion. He saw fire spitting out and enveloping even more wooden crates and riggings. More explosions followed and Jason was quick to ride across the zipline before the final few blew up. Jason heard Lewis and McDuvan yowling with laughter at the sight of the explosions and the fire. "Now THAT was something!" McDuvan laughed out, hands crossed over his chest and chiseled jaw stretched open in his laughter. Jason watched, with some discomfort, as the zipline he had just used was enveloped in fire.
He climbed up the minor hill, and pass the tiny shack to get back to the duo, whom were still howling with laughter and excitement from the whole dilemma. Black smoke had begun to pillar up to the sky and Jason could only watch the bright blue begin to turn an inky grey from the amounts of smoke. It began to smell god awful and Jason's nose wrinkled at the very scent of it. McDuvan finally made a noise of discomfort at the smell but Lewis still seemed hyped up about all the destruction he had helped caused. "Well! Those C-4 char'es turned'ou' damn well! A lil' minor twee's an'they'll be per'ec'!" No words were said to McDuvan as Lewis headed to the direction of the armored van they had brought.
Near obediently, McDuvan retacked the lid back onto the crate and hurried it into the back of the van. "Well done Fosta'." Lewis finally spoke. "Oi'll be'in contac'wi' ya if oi need ya'fo' anythin' else...m'kay?" A small noise from Jason and Lewis took it as a sign of approval, when really it was of annoyance. "Don't cause tew'mooch trouble." With a frown, Jason watched the duo climb into the front seat and drive off, leaving him behind with the destruction of the traitor's once safe haven. Smoke still billowed, and Jason shook his head and headed to his own vehicle.